Doing hard time just got a little hotter
Way up on the cellblock listen to her holler
Looky here honey if you don't keep quiet
We're bound to start another Brushy Mountain prison riot
Come on we're unshackled tonight
I got a little time off for good behavior
So let's rock it in the Brushy Mountain conjugal trailer
All shacked up and incarcerated
Locked down lovers just a getting reacquainted
Bars on the window, listen to 'em rattle
Tin can jumping like a rodeo saddle
Come on we're unshackled tonight
I got a little time off for good behavior
So let's kick it in the Brushy Mountain conjugal trailer
Give me a slide out double-wide Class A trailer
Wrap it up in razor wire and take it to the jailer
Hurry up honey cause they hang me at dawn
I wanna jive a little 'fore I put my jumpsuit on
Early next morning there's a knock upon the trailer
It's old mister hangman looking for a favor
Hey buddy with the lady if you do some introducing
I'll call up the governor for a stay of execution
Come on we'll liberate you tonight
If you'll allow the pretty lady to stay a little later
And let me in your Brushy Mountain conjugal trailer
(I'm knocking boy)
Come on, wow-wow...
Old Crow Medicine Show - Remedy Album Lyrics
Old Crow Medicine Show - Remedy Lyrics
Writer: KETCH SECOR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
8 Dogs 8 Banjos
8 dogs, 8 banjos
8 dogs, 8 banjos
Tell me what you need in the whole wide world
Tell me what you need my pretty little girl
8 dogs, 8 banjos
Hot coffee, sweet tea
Hot coffee, sweet tea
Tell me what you need in the whole wide world
Tell me what you need my pretty little girl
Hot coffee, sweet tea
Good loving, hard times
Good loving, hard times
Tell me what you need in the whole wide world
Tell me what you need my pretty little girl
Good loving, hard times
8 dogs, 8 banjos
8 dogs, 8 banjos
Tell me what you need in the whole wide world
Tell me what you need my pretty little girl
8 dogs, 8 banjos
Ma'am?
A family of eight?
8 dogs and 8 banjos
Yes ma'am, we're talking happiness here
Corn whiskey, dirt weed
Corn whiskey, dirt weed
Tell me what you need in the whole wide world
Tell me what you need my pretty little girl
Corn whiskey, dirt weed
All morning, all night
All morning, all night
Come on boy don't hesitate
Kiss a pretty girl before it's too late
All morning, all night
8 dogs, 8 banjos
8 dogs, 8 banjos
Tell me what you need in the whole wide world
Tell me what you need my pretty little girl
8 dogs, 8 banjos
8 dogs, 8 banjos
Tell me what you need in the whole wide world
Tell me what you need my pretty little girl
8 dogs, 8 banjos
Hot coffee, sweet tea
Hot coffee, sweet tea
Tell me what you need in the whole wide world
Tell me what you need my pretty little girl
Hot coffee, sweet tea
Good loving, hard times
Good loving, hard times
Tell me what you need in the whole wide world
Tell me what you need my pretty little girl
Good loving, hard times
8 dogs, 8 banjos
8 dogs, 8 banjos
Tell me what you need in the whole wide world
Tell me what you need my pretty little girl
8 dogs, 8 banjos
Ma'am?
A family of eight?
8 dogs and 8 banjos
Yes ma'am, we're talking happiness here
Corn whiskey, dirt weed
Corn whiskey, dirt weed
Tell me what you need in the whole wide world
Tell me what you need my pretty little girl
Corn whiskey, dirt weed
All morning, all night
All morning, all night
Come on boy don't hesitate
Kiss a pretty girl before it's too late
All morning, all night
8 dogs, 8 banjos
8 dogs, 8 banjos
Tell me what you need in the whole wide world
Tell me what you need my pretty little girl
8 dogs, 8 banjos
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Sweet Amarillo
Well the world's greatest wonder from what I can tell
Is how a cowgirl like you could ever look my way
I was blinded by glory with a half written story
And a song spilling out off of every page
Sweet Amarillo
Tears on my pillow
You never will know
How much I cried
Sweet Amarillo
Like the wind in the willows
Damn this old cowboy
For my foolish pride
So I drifted on down from the Iron Ore Range
Across the wide Missouri where the cool waters flow
When I got to Topeka I looked up your name
But they said you rode off with the last rodeo
Sweet Amarillo
Tears on my pillow
You never will know
How much I cried
Sweet Amarillo
Like the wind in the willows
Damn this old cowboy
For my foolish pride
Well the thunder's a rumbling and the tumbleweeds tumbling
And the rodeo clowns are painting their face
I'm gunning the throttle for Ilano Estacado
On a wild Appaloosa I'm blowing your way
Down in Old Amarillo there's a light in the window
Where a road weary shadow drifts into the arms
Of a long distance lover then they turn back the covers
And dance the Redova 'til the light of the dawn
Sweet Amarillo
Tears on my pillow
You never will know
How much I cried
Sweet Amarillo
Like the wind in the willows
Damn this old cowboy
For my foolish pride
Sweet Amarillo
Sweet Amarillo
Is how a cowgirl like you could ever look my way
I was blinded by glory with a half written story
And a song spilling out off of every page
Sweet Amarillo
Tears on my pillow
You never will know
How much I cried
Sweet Amarillo
Like the wind in the willows
Damn this old cowboy
For my foolish pride
So I drifted on down from the Iron Ore Range
Across the wide Missouri where the cool waters flow
When I got to Topeka I looked up your name
But they said you rode off with the last rodeo
Sweet Amarillo
Tears on my pillow
You never will know
How much I cried
Sweet Amarillo
Like the wind in the willows
Damn this old cowboy
For my foolish pride
Well the thunder's a rumbling and the tumbleweeds tumbling
And the rodeo clowns are painting their face
I'm gunning the throttle for Ilano Estacado
On a wild Appaloosa I'm blowing your way
Down in Old Amarillo there's a light in the window
Where a road weary shadow drifts into the arms
Of a long distance lover then they turn back the covers
And dance the Redova 'til the light of the dawn
Sweet Amarillo
Tears on my pillow
You never will know
How much I cried
Sweet Amarillo
Like the wind in the willows
Damn this old cowboy
For my foolish pride
Sweet Amarillo
Sweet Amarillo
Writer: CRITTER FUQUA, DONNA WEISS, KETCH SECOR
Copyright: Lyrics © KAREN SCHAUBEN PUBLISHING ADMINISTRATION, DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © KAREN SCHAUBEN PUBLISHING ADMINISTRATION, DO WRITE MUSIC LLC
Mean Enough World
I don't wanna hear you talking loud about the way you think the world should be
Carrying on them cruel intentions wicked ways for everyone to see
Lord knows there's far too many people spreading hatred like a disease
So quit all your malcontent and try to love your brother if you please
It's an already mean enough world
No, we don't need no more out of you
So quit your cussing, carrying on and fighting that you do
It's an already mean enough world, baby without you
Don't rope me in your politics or spin me in your tangled web of lies
I do not wish to be weighed down by ugliness nor hear what you despise
Me, I'd rather not be forced to walk a mile in shoes too narrow for my size
So unclench your fists a minute and replace them with some peace of mind
Cause it's an already mean enough world
No, we don't need no more out of you
So quit your cussing, carrying on and fighting that you do
It's an already mean enough world, baby without you
Seems like every way the world goes round
Someone's there to knock you down
Well mama that don't make no sense to me
Them haunted dreams I've laid to rest
The chains you locked around my chest
I've busted loose and now I'm running free
Well lately I been thinking that the future holds all our worst fears
That humankind will never learn the lessons of the last three thousand years
It's still an eye an eye and tooth for tooth but it's not too late to lend an ear
And stop all this hating before we all disappear
It's an already mean enough world
No, we don't need no more out of you
So quit your cussing, carrying on and fighting that you do
It's an already mean enough world, baby without you
[x2]
Carrying on them cruel intentions wicked ways for everyone to see
Lord knows there's far too many people spreading hatred like a disease
So quit all your malcontent and try to love your brother if you please
It's an already mean enough world
No, we don't need no more out of you
So quit your cussing, carrying on and fighting that you do
It's an already mean enough world, baby without you
Don't rope me in your politics or spin me in your tangled web of lies
I do not wish to be weighed down by ugliness nor hear what you despise
Me, I'd rather not be forced to walk a mile in shoes too narrow for my size
So unclench your fists a minute and replace them with some peace of mind
Cause it's an already mean enough world
No, we don't need no more out of you
So quit your cussing, carrying on and fighting that you do
It's an already mean enough world, baby without you
Seems like every way the world goes round
Someone's there to knock you down
Well mama that don't make no sense to me
Them haunted dreams I've laid to rest
The chains you locked around my chest
I've busted loose and now I'm running free
Well lately I been thinking that the future holds all our worst fears
That humankind will never learn the lessons of the last three thousand years
It's still an eye an eye and tooth for tooth but it's not too late to lend an ear
And stop all this hating before we all disappear
It's an already mean enough world
No, we don't need no more out of you
So quit your cussing, carrying on and fighting that you do
It's an already mean enough world, baby without you
[x2]
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Dearly Departed Friend
The service went the way it should have gone
No one talked too loud or cried too long
'Cept your mama's new boyfriend
He went on and on while they laid you in the ground
Right about then a truck backfired
And all the boys they flinched their heads
Yeah that shook me up I guess
I been home a month now and I still can't get no rest
Standing by the grave of a dearly departed friend
With nothing much to say except sorry it turned out like it did
21 guns for 21 years and American flags in the wind
Standing by the grave of a dearly departed friend
Barbecue grills and lawnmowers
Kids on four-wheelers and ice cream trucks
Yeah they buried you on a Saturday
Georgia lost to Tennessee, you would have liked that I know
Afterwards we went to O'Charleys
Your mama's boyfriend got drunk saying it should have been me
And I wish it was, him I mean
So I went home, got drunk and watched the TV
I'm standing by the grave of a dearly departed friend
With nothing much to say except sorry it turned out like it did
21 guns for 21 years and American flags in the wind
Standing by the grave of a dearly departed friend
Hey, there's only one road leads out of this town and it comes right back
So I just drive in circles, circles, and I try not to blow my stack
Out at the mall and the motor mile, it's just as lonesome as a sea
And man the girls round here, the girls round here
They're just as hopeless as they used to be
So go on and tie another yellow ribbon round the old hackberry tree
And tamp the dirt down, y'all go on home now, there ain't nothing here to see
Standing by the grave of a dearly departed friend
With nothing much to say except sorry it turned out like it did
21 guns for 21 years and American flags in the wind
Standing by the grave of a dearly departed friend
I'm just standing by the grave of a dearly departed friend
No one talked too loud or cried too long
'Cept your mama's new boyfriend
He went on and on while they laid you in the ground
Right about then a truck backfired
And all the boys they flinched their heads
Yeah that shook me up I guess
I been home a month now and I still can't get no rest
Standing by the grave of a dearly departed friend
With nothing much to say except sorry it turned out like it did
21 guns for 21 years and American flags in the wind
Standing by the grave of a dearly departed friend
Barbecue grills and lawnmowers
Kids on four-wheelers and ice cream trucks
Yeah they buried you on a Saturday
Georgia lost to Tennessee, you would have liked that I know
Afterwards we went to O'Charleys
Your mama's boyfriend got drunk saying it should have been me
And I wish it was, him I mean
So I went home, got drunk and watched the TV
I'm standing by the grave of a dearly departed friend
With nothing much to say except sorry it turned out like it did
21 guns for 21 years and American flags in the wind
Standing by the grave of a dearly departed friend
Hey, there's only one road leads out of this town and it comes right back
So I just drive in circles, circles, and I try not to blow my stack
Out at the mall and the motor mile, it's just as lonesome as a sea
And man the girls round here, the girls round here
They're just as hopeless as they used to be
So go on and tie another yellow ribbon round the old hackberry tree
And tamp the dirt down, y'all go on home now, there ain't nothing here to see
Standing by the grave of a dearly departed friend
With nothing much to say except sorry it turned out like it did
21 guns for 21 years and American flags in the wind
Standing by the grave of a dearly departed friend
I'm just standing by the grave of a dearly departed friend
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Firewater
Living on bread and wine was easy
for John and James and Mother Mary
and I'm no saint and that's my ball and chain
Cause when I'm passed that silver chalice
I always drink my fill until it
knocks me down and tangles up my brain
Yeah buddy, it's a short life, it's a hell of a life
it's a mean old world, when you're kicked to the gutter
and the firewater is the one thing to put out the flame
Walking through the graveyards and sleeping in alleys
telling myself the same old stories
Drinking that blood and calling it holy wine
Looking in windows and seeing a stranger
going through hell like a fallen angel
Feeling my bones getting old long before their time
Yeah buddy, it's a short life, it's a hell of a life
it's a mean old world, when you're kicked to the gutter
and the firewater gotcha talking in circles again
It's an empty bottle passing around
when your hopes and dreams have all burned down
And the firewater is the one thing to put out the flame
Take me home, take me home
Gather me up in your arms Lord have mercy divine
So take me home, take me home
Take me home, take me home
Cause it's a short life, it's a hell of a life,
it's a mean old world when you're kicked to the gutter
and the firewater is the one thing to put out the flame
Yeah, the firewater is the one thing to put out the flame
for John and James and Mother Mary
and I'm no saint and that's my ball and chain
Cause when I'm passed that silver chalice
I always drink my fill until it
knocks me down and tangles up my brain
Yeah buddy, it's a short life, it's a hell of a life
it's a mean old world, when you're kicked to the gutter
and the firewater is the one thing to put out the flame
Walking through the graveyards and sleeping in alleys
telling myself the same old stories
Drinking that blood and calling it holy wine
Looking in windows and seeing a stranger
going through hell like a fallen angel
Feeling my bones getting old long before their time
Yeah buddy, it's a short life, it's a hell of a life
it's a mean old world, when you're kicked to the gutter
and the firewater gotcha talking in circles again
It's an empty bottle passing around
when your hopes and dreams have all burned down
And the firewater is the one thing to put out the flame
Take me home, take me home
Gather me up in your arms Lord have mercy divine
So take me home, take me home
Take me home, take me home
Cause it's a short life, it's a hell of a life,
it's a mean old world when you're kicked to the gutter
and the firewater is the one thing to put out the flame
Yeah, the firewater is the one thing to put out the flame
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Brave Boys
Well it's over the hills and around we go
Bound to go, down we go
Digging up the devil in Jellico
Rocking in the weary land
Hang your number on a nail and hold the line
It's hard times in the coal mine
Take one last look at that sunshine
And follow them boys on in
Brave Boys here, Brave Boys there
Hey ho the Brave Boys rocking in the weary land
Gals fill the whiskey jar, kiss your loving man
Hey ho the Brave Boys rocking in the weary land
Here's to Old Black Pete and Spanish Joe
They sleep five thousand feet below
We laid their bones on a bed of coal
Rocking in the weary land
And the Bog Head Boys they dug for a dollar
'Til the roof caved in you could hear them holler
Went in six feet came out a bit smaller
Rocking in the weary land
Brave Boys here, Brave Boys there
Hey ho the Brave Boys rocking in the weary land
Gals fill the whiskey jar, kiss your loving man
Hey ho the Brave Boys rocking in the weary land
Brave Boys, hey ho
Brave Boys, hey ho
So it's goodbye gals we've got to go
Cause a miner's life is all we know
Just to make a little dough way down in a hole
Rocking in the weary land
And it's when we die neath six feet of rubble
You can bury our bones with a pick and a shovel
Tell old King Coal we're a heap worth of trouble
Rocking in the weary land
Brave Boys here, Brave Boys there
Hey ho the Brave Boys rocking in the weary land
Gals fill the whiskey jar, kiss your loving man
Hey ho the Brave Boys rocking in the weary land
Hey ho the Brave Boys rocking in the weary land
Brave Boys, hey ho
Bound to go, down we go
Digging up the devil in Jellico
Rocking in the weary land
Hang your number on a nail and hold the line
It's hard times in the coal mine
Take one last look at that sunshine
And follow them boys on in
Brave Boys here, Brave Boys there
Hey ho the Brave Boys rocking in the weary land
Gals fill the whiskey jar, kiss your loving man
Hey ho the Brave Boys rocking in the weary land
Here's to Old Black Pete and Spanish Joe
They sleep five thousand feet below
We laid their bones on a bed of coal
Rocking in the weary land
And the Bog Head Boys they dug for a dollar
'Til the roof caved in you could hear them holler
Went in six feet came out a bit smaller
Rocking in the weary land
Brave Boys here, Brave Boys there
Hey ho the Brave Boys rocking in the weary land
Gals fill the whiskey jar, kiss your loving man
Hey ho the Brave Boys rocking in the weary land
Brave Boys, hey ho
Brave Boys, hey ho
So it's goodbye gals we've got to go
Cause a miner's life is all we know
Just to make a little dough way down in a hole
Rocking in the weary land
And it's when we die neath six feet of rubble
You can bury our bones with a pick and a shovel
Tell old King Coal we're a heap worth of trouble
Rocking in the weary land
Brave Boys here, Brave Boys there
Hey ho the Brave Boys rocking in the weary land
Gals fill the whiskey jar, kiss your loving man
Hey ho the Brave Boys rocking in the weary land
Hey ho the Brave Boys rocking in the weary land
Brave Boys, hey ho
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Docs Day
We were rolling down King Street a quarter to twelve
When we found a little corner to play
So we plugged in our guitars and tightened our drums
And hollered out, "Hey, hey, hey"
When this old hillbilly with a cheek full of chaw
Rambled on over to our tip jar
He said I like what I see but it's not like I saw
Way back in old Doc's day
He said if you wanna rock, listen to Doc
If you want the girls better pick like Merle
Cause them High Country blues
Still blow all the women away
So beat on the corner with your flat top box
Pick on the banjo, boys don't stop
Give me old-time music, Lord make it hot
Just like it was in Doc's day
Well that old hillbilly he tugged on his whiskers
And spat a little juice from his jaw
He said back in Deep Gap I'm telling you mister
We'd be rocking from dusk to dawn
Singing Mama Don't 'Low and Bottle Of Wine
Dark As A Dungeon Way Down In The Mine
If you can do like that, boys, I'll throw you a dime
Just like in old Doc's day
If you wanna rock, listen to Doc
If you want the girls better pick like Merle
Cause them High Country blues
Still blow all the women away
So beat on the corner with your flat top box
Pick on the banjo, boys don't stop
Give me old-time music, Lord make it hot
Just like it was in Doc's day
So we sold our amps and pawned our drums
Now we're picking like a couple of native sons
And that old hillbilly he's sure buck dancing away
Lord the crowd's all packed in at Cherry and King
Leaning in close to hear the banjo ring
And everybody raises their voice to sing
Just like in old Doc's day
If you wanna rock, listen to Doc
If you want the girls better pick like Merle
Cause them High Country blues
Still blow all the women away
So beat on the corner with your flat top box
Pick on the banjo, boys don't stop
Give me old-time music, Lord make it hot
Just like it was in Doc's day
Give me old-time music, Lord make it hot
Just like it was in Doc's day
When we found a little corner to play
So we plugged in our guitars and tightened our drums
And hollered out, "Hey, hey, hey"
When this old hillbilly with a cheek full of chaw
Rambled on over to our tip jar
He said I like what I see but it's not like I saw
Way back in old Doc's day
He said if you wanna rock, listen to Doc
If you want the girls better pick like Merle
Cause them High Country blues
Still blow all the women away
So beat on the corner with your flat top box
Pick on the banjo, boys don't stop
Give me old-time music, Lord make it hot
Just like it was in Doc's day
Well that old hillbilly he tugged on his whiskers
And spat a little juice from his jaw
He said back in Deep Gap I'm telling you mister
We'd be rocking from dusk to dawn
Singing Mama Don't 'Low and Bottle Of Wine
Dark As A Dungeon Way Down In The Mine
If you can do like that, boys, I'll throw you a dime
Just like in old Doc's day
If you wanna rock, listen to Doc
If you want the girls better pick like Merle
Cause them High Country blues
Still blow all the women away
So beat on the corner with your flat top box
Pick on the banjo, boys don't stop
Give me old-time music, Lord make it hot
Just like it was in Doc's day
So we sold our amps and pawned our drums
Now we're picking like a couple of native sons
And that old hillbilly he's sure buck dancing away
Lord the crowd's all packed in at Cherry and King
Leaning in close to hear the banjo ring
And everybody raises their voice to sing
Just like in old Doc's day
If you wanna rock, listen to Doc
If you want the girls better pick like Merle
Cause them High Country blues
Still blow all the women away
So beat on the corner with your flat top box
Pick on the banjo, boys don't stop
Give me old-time music, Lord make it hot
Just like it was in Doc's day
Give me old-time music, Lord make it hot
Just like it was in Doc's day
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O Cumberland River
Built a little shanty by the Cumberland River
But the rainstorm started and the water did rise
Wildcat winds and ten foot rollers lordy
Bless my soul, it was a hell of a ride
Eyes popped open I was laying on the levy
Lord I ain't got to heaven but I feel alright
Smallmouth jumping I'm rolling up something
Gonna throw a little high water party tonight
O Cumberland River
Flowing through the heart of a guitar town
O Cumberland River
Can't you hear me singing your song
Can't you hear me singing your song
John boat plowing up the deep green water
Looky yonder comes Jimmy with the Sly Rye beer
Five string floating in the Tennessee sun
Always sounds a little muddy when we pick it down here
She runs wild, fast and free
Born in the mountains up in Kentucky
Heading for the falls of the Ohio
Asking me darling, don't you wanna go?
O Cumberland River
Flowing through the heart of a guitar town
O Cumberland River
Can't you hear me singing your song
Can't you hear me singing your song
Bonfire burning on the banks of the river
All the girls come running when they smell the fish fry
Barefoot dancing when we dip into the water
I'll be loving this river 'til the day I die
Locks and dams weren't made to last
There's nothing we can build to ever hold her back
She can't be held by the hands of man
The Cumberland River is gonna rise again
O Cumberland River
Flowing through the heart of a guitar town
O Cumberland River
Can't you hear me singing your song
Can't you hear me singing your song
But the rainstorm started and the water did rise
Wildcat winds and ten foot rollers lordy
Bless my soul, it was a hell of a ride
Eyes popped open I was laying on the levy
Lord I ain't got to heaven but I feel alright
Smallmouth jumping I'm rolling up something
Gonna throw a little high water party tonight
O Cumberland River
Flowing through the heart of a guitar town
O Cumberland River
Can't you hear me singing your song
Can't you hear me singing your song
John boat plowing up the deep green water
Looky yonder comes Jimmy with the Sly Rye beer
Five string floating in the Tennessee sun
Always sounds a little muddy when we pick it down here
She runs wild, fast and free
Born in the mountains up in Kentucky
Heading for the falls of the Ohio
Asking me darling, don't you wanna go?
O Cumberland River
Flowing through the heart of a guitar town
O Cumberland River
Can't you hear me singing your song
Can't you hear me singing your song
Bonfire burning on the banks of the river
All the girls come running when they smell the fish fry
Barefoot dancing when we dip into the water
I'll be loving this river 'til the day I die
Locks and dams weren't made to last
There's nothing we can build to ever hold her back
She can't be held by the hands of man
The Cumberland River is gonna rise again
O Cumberland River
Flowing through the heart of a guitar town
O Cumberland River
Can't you hear me singing your song
Can't you hear me singing your song
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Tennessee Bound
You may call me a rover I have rambled around
But I'll quit my roaming when I get to Nashville town
You may call me a liar or a hard-headed fool
But I'm burning into Memphis on a flop-eared mule
I'm Tennessee bound bound bound
Bound bound bound
Good Lord I'm Tennessee bound
Come a rolling down the mountain there's a girl of fourteen
She's the sweetest apple blossom just a hillbilly queen
I'm a coming round the mountain, don't you try to follow me
I'm a gonna be her daddy when I get to Tennessee
I'm Tennessee bound bound bound
Bound bound bound
Good Lord I'm Tennessee bound
[x2]
Ooh Tennessee bound
Ooh Tennessee bound
Oh they say the stars in Texas surely shine shine shine
But I'd trade them all to taste a drop of mulberry wine
I'm a coming through the desert if I have to I will crawl
There's a paradise a waiting once I get through Arkansas
I'm Tennessee bound bound bound
Bound bound bound
Good Lord I'm Tennessee bound
[x2]
Ooh Tennessee bound
Ooh Tennessee bound
Ooh Tennessee bound
Ooh Tennessee bound
But I'll quit my roaming when I get to Nashville town
You may call me a liar or a hard-headed fool
But I'm burning into Memphis on a flop-eared mule
I'm Tennessee bound bound bound
Bound bound bound
Good Lord I'm Tennessee bound
Come a rolling down the mountain there's a girl of fourteen
She's the sweetest apple blossom just a hillbilly queen
I'm a coming round the mountain, don't you try to follow me
I'm a gonna be her daddy when I get to Tennessee
I'm Tennessee bound bound bound
Bound bound bound
Good Lord I'm Tennessee bound
[x2]
Ooh Tennessee bound
Ooh Tennessee bound
Oh they say the stars in Texas surely shine shine shine
But I'd trade them all to taste a drop of mulberry wine
I'm a coming through the desert if I have to I will crawl
There's a paradise a waiting once I get through Arkansas
I'm Tennessee bound bound bound
Bound bound bound
Good Lord I'm Tennessee bound
[x2]
Ooh Tennessee bound
Ooh Tennessee bound
Ooh Tennessee bound
Ooh Tennessee bound
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Shit Creek
She said take your trouble to the river
Let the muddy water wash it away
If the truth don't float back up to the top
You can bid our love good day
So I took to the edge, I dove on in,
The current went and stole me away
Rocks and gravel, I ain't got a paddle
To dig my dying grave
See a trail of tears come trickling down
Where the water's got a bitter taste
My heart is heavy and my boots ain't steady
And the waves keep slapping my face
I can hear her voice in the howling rain
Saying it's sink or swim
But the deed's all done, I'm going down
And I won't be back again
God damn this river
And its wandering ways
And the love we made
Was shallow indeed
I'm sinking like a ship
I'm a runaway devil
And I ain't got a paddle
Going up sh*t creek
There's a bend up ahead by the dead bulrushes
Where the cottonmouth coil and play
I've been floating by levies and rusted out Chevys
For now on fifteen days
In the fog, in the moon, in the Mississippi mud
Everywhere I see her face
But I'm only a pebble in the belly of the devil
In a godforsaken place
God damn this river
And its wandering ways
And the love we made
Was shallow indeed
I'm sinking like a ship
I'm a runaway devil
And I ain't got a paddle
Going up sh*t creek
Lie la lie la lie la...
So I reach for the reeds and the roots of the willows
That rise like a ghost from the bank
Hear the roar and the crash of every lost soul
That sprung a leak and sank
When my body is a bag of broken bones
With a farewell breath I call
God damn you lover there will never be another
And it's over the waterfall
God damn this river
And its wicked ways
And the love we made
Was bittersweet
I'm sinking like a ship
I'm a runaway devil
And I ain't got a paddle
I say God damn this river
And its wandering ways
And the love we made
Was shallow indeed
I'm sinking like a ship
I'm a runaway devil
And I ain't got a paddle
Going up sh*t creek
Lie la lie la lie la...
Let the muddy water wash it away
If the truth don't float back up to the top
You can bid our love good day
So I took to the edge, I dove on in,
The current went and stole me away
Rocks and gravel, I ain't got a paddle
To dig my dying grave
See a trail of tears come trickling down
Where the water's got a bitter taste
My heart is heavy and my boots ain't steady
And the waves keep slapping my face
I can hear her voice in the howling rain
Saying it's sink or swim
But the deed's all done, I'm going down
And I won't be back again
God damn this river
And its wandering ways
And the love we made
Was shallow indeed
I'm sinking like a ship
I'm a runaway devil
And I ain't got a paddle
Going up sh*t creek
There's a bend up ahead by the dead bulrushes
Where the cottonmouth coil and play
I've been floating by levies and rusted out Chevys
For now on fifteen days
In the fog, in the moon, in the Mississippi mud
Everywhere I see her face
But I'm only a pebble in the belly of the devil
In a godforsaken place
God damn this river
And its wandering ways
And the love we made
Was shallow indeed
I'm sinking like a ship
I'm a runaway devil
And I ain't got a paddle
Going up sh*t creek
Lie la lie la lie la...
So I reach for the reeds and the roots of the willows
That rise like a ghost from the bank
Hear the roar and the crash of every lost soul
That sprung a leak and sank
When my body is a bag of broken bones
With a farewell breath I call
God damn you lover there will never be another
And it's over the waterfall
God damn this river
And its wicked ways
And the love we made
Was bittersweet
I'm sinking like a ship
I'm a runaway devil
And I ain't got a paddle
I say God damn this river
And its wandering ways
And the love we made
Was shallow indeed
I'm sinking like a ship
I'm a runaway devil
And I ain't got a paddle
Going up sh*t creek
Lie la lie la lie la...
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Sweet Home
Two hobos on a railroad line
I'm getting ready to go
Pulling on a bottle of burgundy wine
I'm getting ready to go
Well they couldn't hear that southbound whistle when
The Dixie Flyer burned around the bend
And it punched their tickets for the promise land
I'm getting ready to go
Sweet home, loving heaven heaven
Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low
Sweet home, lordy I'll be traveling
So throw the gates wide open
Cause I'm getting ready to go
Two magpies on a telephone wire
I'm getting ready to go
Singing to the corn like a heavenly choir
I'm getting ready to go
Old Farmer John must be sleeping sound
They shucked that corn and passed it around
But the old man's wife got her shotgun down
I'm getting ready to go
Sweet home, loving heaven heaven
Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low
Sweet home, lordy I'll be traveling
So throw the gates wide open
Cause I'm getting ready to go
Listen here pal 'fore your road is run
And your tightrope breaks in two
It's a mighty big world you're standing on
And it keeps going round without little old
You know who
Boodle-am boodle-am boodle-am boodle-am boo
Toodle-am toodle-am toodle-am toodle-am too
Shake a leg, shake a leg, shake a leg, shake a leg now
Break a leg, drag a leg, shake a leg, grab a leg, break a leg, shake a leg now
Well it's so long, good luck, great to know you
I'm getting ready to go
May the Lord above take a liking to you
I'm getting ready to go
Well it's a short life of trouble so don't make more
When death comes creeping 'round your back door
It don't knock twice brother that's for sure
I'm getting ready to go
Sweet home, loving heaven heaven
Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low
Sweet home, lordy I'll be traveling
So throw the gates wide open
Cause I'm getting ready to go
Throw the gates wide open
Cause I'm getting ready to go
I'm getting ready to go
Pulling on a bottle of burgundy wine
I'm getting ready to go
Well they couldn't hear that southbound whistle when
The Dixie Flyer burned around the bend
And it punched their tickets for the promise land
I'm getting ready to go
Sweet home, loving heaven heaven
Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low
Sweet home, lordy I'll be traveling
So throw the gates wide open
Cause I'm getting ready to go
Two magpies on a telephone wire
I'm getting ready to go
Singing to the corn like a heavenly choir
I'm getting ready to go
Old Farmer John must be sleeping sound
They shucked that corn and passed it around
But the old man's wife got her shotgun down
I'm getting ready to go
Sweet home, loving heaven heaven
Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low
Sweet home, lordy I'll be traveling
So throw the gates wide open
Cause I'm getting ready to go
Listen here pal 'fore your road is run
And your tightrope breaks in two
It's a mighty big world you're standing on
And it keeps going round without little old
You know who
Boodle-am boodle-am boodle-am boodle-am boo
Toodle-am toodle-am toodle-am toodle-am too
Shake a leg, shake a leg, shake a leg, shake a leg now
Break a leg, drag a leg, shake a leg, grab a leg, break a leg, shake a leg now
Well it's so long, good luck, great to know you
I'm getting ready to go
May the Lord above take a liking to you
I'm getting ready to go
Well it's a short life of trouble so don't make more
When death comes creeping 'round your back door
It don't knock twice brother that's for sure
I'm getting ready to go
Sweet home, loving heaven heaven
Sweet home, can't ya hear me singing low
Sweet home, lordy I'll be traveling
So throw the gates wide open
Cause I'm getting ready to go
Throw the gates wide open
Cause I'm getting ready to go
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The Warden
The warden stands tall as he walks down the hall
Puts all our lives on the shelf
Holding the keys to our miseries
How does he live with himself?
How does the warden sleep at night
After the long day's through?
Does he toss and turn, does his conscience burn?
Is he a prisoner too?
Down in this pen full of sorrow and sin
Do the days weigh on his chest?
When the warden goes home
To his house made of stone
How does he get any rest?
How does the warden sleep at night
After the long day's through?
Does he toss and turn, does his conscience burn?
Is he a prisoner too?
Oh warden, hey warden
Are you so different than me?
Hey warden, warden
What does it mean to be free?
I look through the bars to look at the stars
And we're all the same so it seems
And just like me I wonder if he
Can ever find peace in his dreams
How does the warden sleep at night
After the long day's through?
Does he toss and turn, does his conscience burn?
Is he a prisoner too?
Are you a prisoner too?
Puts all our lives on the shelf
Holding the keys to our miseries
How does he live with himself?
How does the warden sleep at night
After the long day's through?
Does he toss and turn, does his conscience burn?
Is he a prisoner too?
Down in this pen full of sorrow and sin
Do the days weigh on his chest?
When the warden goes home
To his house made of stone
How does he get any rest?
How does the warden sleep at night
After the long day's through?
Does he toss and turn, does his conscience burn?
Is he a prisoner too?
Oh warden, hey warden
Are you so different than me?
Hey warden, warden
What does it mean to be free?
I look through the bars to look at the stars
And we're all the same so it seems
And just like me I wonder if he
Can ever find peace in his dreams
How does the warden sleep at night
After the long day's through?
Does he toss and turn, does his conscience burn?
Is he a prisoner too?
Are you a prisoner too?
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